In the fall of 2001 things really came apart. It was then that I was hospitalized with Pneumocystis Pneumonia and received an AIDS diagnosis. I had 48 t-cells and a host of health problems. When my family discovered that I was too unsteady to walk more than a few steps, too confused to balance my own checkbook and too weak to give myself a bath, they stepped in and through an amazing work of love and logistics, moved me, my cats and worldly possessions from Indiana to my parents' home in Massachusetts.
To read this blog in its entirety, click here.
